"Daytrip To Belfast" lyrics

"Daytrip To Belfast"

We took a trip to Belfast and stopped in for a jar
We met some drunken sailors there at the harbour bar
Drunken sailors, guzzling pints of porter they come from near and far
It was a hell of an afternoon down at the harbour bar

We took a trip to Belfast and stopped in for a jar
We met some tipsy tailors there at the harbour bar
Tipsy tailors, drunken sailors
Guzzling pints of porter they come from near and far
It was a hell of an afternoon down at the harbour bar

We took a trip to Belfast and stopped in for a jar
We met some wobbly weavers there at the harbour bar
Wobbly weavers, tipsy tailors, drunken sailors
Guzzling pints of porter they come from near and far
It was a hell of an afternoon down at the harbour bar

We took a trip to Belfast and stopped in for a jar
We met some roasted reavers there at the harbour bar
Roasted reavers, wobbly weavers, tipsy tailors, drunken sailors
Guzzling pints of porter they come from near and far
It was a hell of an afternoon down at the harbour bar

We took a trip to Belfast and stopped in for a jar
We met some toasted teachers there at the harbour bar
Toasted teachers, roasted reavers, wobbly weavers, tipsy tailors
Drunken sailors, guzzling pints of porter they come from near and far
It was a hell of an afternoon down at the harbour bar

We took a trip to Belfast and stopped in for a jar
We met some plastered preachers there at the harbour bar
Plastered preachers, toasted teachers, roasted reavers, wobbly weavers
Tipsy tailors, drunken sailors, guzzling pints of porter they come from near and far
It was a hell of an afternoon down at the harbour bar

We took a trip to Belfast and stopped in for a jar
We met some pickled pipers there at the harbour bar
Pickled pipers, plastered preachers, toasted teachers, roasted reavers
Wobbly weavers, tipsy tailors, drunken sailors
Guzzling pints of porter they come from near and far
It was a hell of an afternoon down at the harbour bar

We took a trip to Belfast and stopped in for a jar
We met some frazzled fifers there at the harbour bar
Frazzled fifers, pickled pipers, plastered preachers, toasted teachers
Roasted reavers, wobbly weavers, tipsy tailors, drunken sailors
Guzzling pints of porter they come from near and far
It was a hell of an afternoon down at the harbour bar

We took a trip to Belfast and stopped in for a jar
We met some dizzy drovers there at the harbour bar
Dizzy drovers, frazzled fifers, pickled pipers, plastered preachers, toasted teachers
Roasted reavers, wobbly weavers, tipsy tailors, drunken sailors
Guzzling pints of porter they come from near and far
It was a hell of an afternoon down at the harbour bar

We took a trip to Belfast and stopped in for a jar
We met some ranting rovers there at the harbour bar
Ranting rovers, dizzy drovers, frazzled fifers, pickled pipers
Plastered preachers, toasted teachers, roasted reavers, wobbly weavers, tipsy tailors
Drunken sailors, guzzling pints of porter they come from near and far
It was a hell of an afternoon oh what a hell of an afternoon
A hell of a hell of an afternoon down at the harbour bar


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